You know it's bad when a person who see's me maybe 3 times a year is shocked by how I look.

Well I’m back but have been rather sick so I’ve been hiding out a bit. Hard for my fevered brain to focus.

The event went better than expected and I’ll give you the rundown (complete with pictures) when I’m up to forming coherent sentences.

I spent 7 days breathing horse dust (and by “dust” I mean pulverized and air-born horse poo) and both Carol and I were having sinus reactions by the time we left. That’s what happens when you sit in a barn for a week I guess.

I got back in on Sunday and rested (slept for 12 hours straight) then thought I’d go in for a few hours at the shop and wound up working for 7. Came home dog tired and crashed again.

Went in the next day “for only a couple hours” and worked over 8 because folks had been waiting for me to get back and so I was swamped with phone calls and customers coming in. Came home and slept for another 12 hours.

The clincher was one of my framing reps delivered some glass yesterday and when he came in he said in a shocked kind of way that I looked really tired. (and by “tired” he meant I looked like the living dead. Yeah I can read between the niceties.)

So today I said “Nope. Not doing that again.” I snuck in, in the morning and placed a framing order that I hadn’t had time for yesterday and then snuck out. I was all stealthy like a Ninja. (like a really exhausted feverish Ninja) My husband who was working the gallery didn’t even know I was in and out.

The key to keep me from staying was …
* I didn’t put on makeup
* and had my unbrushed hair pulled into a pony tail.

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I am a working artist living in a small rural town in Iowa. I own Wild Faces Gallery & Frame where I spend a great deal of my time in order to keep my critters in kibble and hay. This blog is is a place for me to showcase my artwork, my business and the wanderings of my mind.